Brittle legs trembling yet carrying the will of the owner, she must not fall, she has to hide, she has to live and then she can avenge her guardians.
The mountain path was rockery and destiny failed her, while she was able to escape her pursuers. Her strength failed her, she missed her footing, rolled downwards all the way to a hill, from there all the way to a stream.
On this cold night a cold blooded assassin was afloat a narrow stream, her life was slowly siphoned out. One wonders why the most feared 'Moon Shadow' has been broken down like this.